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“So good,” I gasp, sliding my eyes away.

He grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “Look at me and tell me how much you love my cock.”

My walls tighten at his words and heat rises to my cheeks. I lower my gaze, but meet his again as he pushes into me.

He smirks. “Do you have any idea how much I love making you blush, Willa?” He pulls back and slams home, and I cry out. “Even now, when I’m balls deep in you, you still blush.” He pushes again, driving so far into me I think my spleen might be bruised. If that’s even a thing.

“Reid,” I gasp.

“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” I grit out.

“Good. Girl,” he pants, then begins to hammer into me. “Now come.”

Don’t have to tell me twice. I tip into oblivion at his command, gripping him tightly with my arms and legs while my walls pulse around his dick. “Fuck!” I yell, coming so hard I think I might pass out.

Reid slams into me, over and over, until he finally makes one last thrust and holds, pulsing inside me while he yells my name.

We cling to each other, breathing hard, for what feels like minutes. Eventually, I relax, and he pulls out of me, rolling to the side and jumping up to dispose of the condom.

When he returns, he hauls me to him, giving me no choice in the matter.

“You’re staying here,” he gruffs, his breath tickling my neck.

I wiggle my butt against him, happy once again to obey.

Chapter 17

Willa

MY FIRST THOUGHT upon waking is how sore I am, followed immediately by wondering if I’d been drugged. I slept like a rock. Easily the best sleep in years.

Is this how I sleep after having orgasms? If so, I clearly need more of them in my life.

I stretch and extend my arm, fully expecting it to land on a deliciously hard chest. One that’s connected to a set of abs I’d like to lick. Instead, I find a cold mattress.

Oh.

Fighting the urge to make myself small, I pull the covers over me and sit up, looking around like I’m going to find him, even though I can tell by the sound of the house that he’s gone. The sensation of knowing I’m here, alone, is gutting.

This was a mistake.

I make quick work of getting dressed, and even though I know no one is here, I still tiptoe out. The battle to stand tall and strong is lost, and I’m as tiny and insignificant as the little black kitten I find curled up on her bed in the living room, asleep.

He left Midnight.Maybe this is his way of telling me that I need to forget this ever happened. Which, fair, but I can’t promise that future men won’t have a heck of a high bar to meet in the bedroom.

I peek out the back door, scouting far and wide for any signs of Reid, Agatha, or anyone else. The coast is clear. I sprint across his backyard and onto the driveway that leads to my little cottage. It’s only when I’m inside, my heart bruised and unsure, that I realize how much I wanted to see Reid out there waiting, fresh takeout coffee from the coffee shop in hand, smiling and popping those glorious dimples of his as he wished me good morning.

Guess not.

I inhale deeply, shake my whole body like it’s going to get rid of the feel of him, and take a shower. It doesn’t work. With every minute that goes by, another ghost of his touch passes over my skin. Memories of last night slam into me, one after the other, until I’m a pathetic mess.

It’s absolutely slammed at work. It’s too busy for me to be distracted, but distracted I am. On top of that, everyone else is just as off-kilter as me. I mess up orders and put us behind, but all he does is grunt and keep going. Even Tom and Jerry aren’t here.

The whole thing feels odd.

A couple hours into opening, JJ comes in. My ears perk up when Mom asks him why he looks so disheveled.

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